March

Time would stop
 And in silence break
 When I shaped my arm
 Around your waist
 And the nighttime brought
 Your heaviest freight
 Some did never sleep
 Some did never wake
 The portrait curled
 In violets and blues
 Carried all my best
 From my brush to you
 Framed on your wall
 In the daybreak hush
 It saw all our troubles
 Come alive with us
 Move on, move on!
 It's been so long
 I don't have the tears for that now
 Move on, move on!
 It's been so long
 I don't have the tears
 For the years you've had
 So many tumbling down
 Oh, my breath
 is all but dead
 No, alcohol
 won't cure no head
 Laying on my back
 as the daylight grew
 The portrait helped me see
 the worst in you
 Move on, move on!
 It's been so long
 I don't have the tears for that now
 Move on, move on!
 It's been so long
 And I don't have the tears
 For the years you've had
 So many tumbling down
 So, I'm your secret locked up
 In the box
 where you keep your hopeless serenades
 and your knives with my name on them?
 So who's now your soldier
 standing starboard
 aboard the ship you keep trapped inside
 the bottle of your discontent
 amid your fears and allegations?